King Kang came to his senses and discovered that this play was probably sung by people from King Huiluo in Xishan.
King Kang was afraid that he had heard wrongly.
He asked the little eunuch to inquire about it, and everyone was still immersed in the soft and delicate accent.
The little eunuch came back soon.
He inquired about everything clearly, and told Lu Bai that the singer was really the Xishan Poetry Club, and he also learned that this was a new play sung by the actors under Lu Bai. "I heard that it was Mr. Lu
Written notebook."
Wang Changkang's eyes, which had been closed to admire, opened in an instant.
Everyone present was also panicked for a while.
Do they know about the bet between Lu Bai and Wang Changkang? They also know that Wang Changkang was slapped in the face by Lu Bai. What's more, they know that Liyuan did not stand up for Wang Changkang for some unknown reason.
If Wang Changkang wants to say this now, he can only win the bet, but now this song——
No matter how much everyone defends Wang Changkang, they have to admit that Lu Bai's play is very good.
In this case, they can only make a fuss in other aspects.
"How could Lu Bai, a country boy, write such an elegant opera? Besides, he is in the wilderness of the northwest, and this song Wu Nong Ruoyu is full of Jiangnan style. I think it was clearly written by Miss Gu Si, and then pretended to be
He will use his name to win over the Immortal King." Someone said firmly.
This statement aroused the approval of many people, and they nodded unanimously.
"Brother, what you said makes sense. This must have been written by Gu Qinghuan. If a play is carefully crafted from the time it is written to the time it is completed, it will not be completed in a year. He can write it out so quickly, and it is well rehearsed.
Yes, it seems that I was prepared in advance." Another person said.
Another young master clapped his hands and chuckled: "If that's the case, then won't Immortal Wang definitely win?"
The bet at that time was a book that could be used for spiritual practice.
It is well known to the world that Miss Gu Si has no ability to bind a chicken and does not know how to practice. A book written by a person who does not know how to practice will naturally not know how to practice. Therefore, Wang Changkang will definitely win.
Everyone nodded together, "Yes, yes, what you said is true."
The playbook can be faked, but the playbook that can be practiced cannot be acted on behalf of or faked.
They all praised him, saying that with Wang Changkang's talent, it would be easy to win over Lu Bai.
Wang Changkang opened his eyes, looked at them lightly, and then closed them again.
He did not get carried away because of the compliments from everyone. As a person who is quite accomplished in opera, he greatly appreciated and admired the opera style that was brought to his ears, and even felt a deep sense of inferiority.
Although he couldn't understand the lyrics, he had to admit that for the time being, this play script written by Lu Bai had set a precedent and created a genre. Lu Bai's name would definitely be left in the opera industry in the future.
This is a very remarkable achievement. Even Wang Changkang, before hearing this piece of music, had no intention of getting involved in this achievement in the past.
However, no matter who wrote this opera, no matter whether this opera script can be practiced or not, he has already set a benchmark.
Wang Changkang must climb this mountain to reach his peak.
He is now more serious than ever before, even more serious than when he was preparing to write a notebook to Lu Bai to apologize to Lu Bai.
It used to be a matter of grudges.
Now it's about his hobby, his ambition, what he has been striving for all his life.
Therefore, when everyone in the Dongshan Poetry Club was full of confidence in Wang Changkang and determined to win, Wang Changkang had already placed himself in the position of a challenger and no longer dared to have any pride or arrogance.
He even felt that his competition with this piece of music was related to his spiritual practice and was a crucial battle in his pursuit of immortality.
If successful, the future will be bright.
If he fails, his goal will be to surpass this mountain peak instead of reaching the pinnacle of spiritual practice.
To ask for immortality is to ask about the heart, where the heart is and where the Tao is.
Seeing that Wang Changkang had closed his eyes and said nothing, everyone yelled and stopped talking. Then the poetry meeting became quiet, and everyone lost interest in reading poems, because the opera lyrics sent by the wind sang: "People get old easily, and there are many things to do."
, Dreams never last long. A little affection, three minutes of shallow soil, half of the setting sun..."
For a while, the poetry club became quieter.
This soft and delicate singing voice flew in the air amid the slanting wind, drizzle, and falling peach blossoms, and drifted away with the wind.
Until it filled the entire capital city.
For a time, the extremely majestic capital city actually became a little more tender.
On the Qinhuai River, the Red Mansion Poetry Club.
Although the talented and beautiful people were amazed by Lu Bai's "Peach Blossom Temple Song", it did not prevent them from writing poems.
Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. If Lu Bai is regarded as a monster - Lu Bai is a monster to begin with. In this case, he is not the same kind of person as them, so there is no reason to compare them with the same kind of people.
Moreover, the title of their poem is Yanliu.
Therefore, they were still talking about poetry, perhaps because as soon as "Peach Blossom Temple Song" came out, there was no doubt that this year's poetry leader would be the best, so they simply let go, and when talking about poetry, they were less competitive and more complimentary - since
Monsters are born, and of course they, monsters, must learn to hug each other for warmth.
While they were chatting, they were still waiting for good poems to come out from elsewhere, which could overwhelm Lu Bai's prestige.
Lu Bai has now become the most popular person in the capital. If today's poetry meeting still has the best poet, it goes without saying that after today, it will be the same. I am afraid that there will be no four great masters or eight great talents in the capital in the future.
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Unfortunately, Mr. Lu, Mo Wenquan, and Chen Xi, as their names suggest, are the four young masters.
However, what they were waiting for was not news of a good poem, but a play——
"It was passed down from the Dongshan Poetry Club, saying that the Dongshan Poetry Club is very quiet now. Even Wang Changkang from the Liyuan is quietly listening to the play." said the servant who passed the news.
Among the poetry gatherings in Beijing, the one that attracted the most attention was the Dongxishan Poetry Society.
Sooner or later, these two masters of the poetry club will become the masters of this dynasty, so their every move is watched.
Now that the East-West Poetry Society has fallen into silence because of a play, the news has naturally spread out like it has grown legs.
It spread not only to the Red Mansion, but also to the Qinjia River House.
Little Miss Du was not surprised at all, "The theater troupe of the wine house is in the nearby house, and their rehearsing sounds are occasionally carried by the wind -"
Du Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, with a look of curiosity, anticipation and amazement on his face, "How should I put it, it sounds very good, very unique, very beautiful, and very touching."
Du Xiaoxiao used four words in a row, which frightened everyone, "What does this mean?"
"What sounds good is the tone. The tone of this play is very novel, unheard of, unseen, unique, but it has its own school -" Du Xiaoxiao felt that this was hard to explain, and it would be better to listen to it in person if there was a chance.
This is the uniqueness of this play.
As for elegance, it refers to the choice of words and sentences in the play, which can be said to be the hand of everyone.
"It turns out that the bright purples and reds are blooming all over the place, but they are all abandoned by the ruined wells and ruined buildings. How could the beauty be so beautiful in a good time? Whose family can enjoy it..." Du Xiaoxiao recited a sentence, saying that there are many sentences like this in the play.
As for touching.
Although Du Xiaoxiao had not heard the whole story, he knew that it was a story with deep feelings.
When Mo Wenquan and others heard what Du Xiaoxiao said, they became curious, "Oh, we should listen to this."
It's a pity that they can't hear it for a while.
As for what I heard——
King Luo's biological mother's eyes were red, and she kept saying to Gu Qinghuan, "This play is so well written, so good."
Especially when she heard the words "The best way to enjoy the fragrance of spring is your old skirt", she couldn't help crying. Not only her, but also the female relatives next to her could not help but feel sad.
They could see and hear that this play was written with great affection.
This is also true. Even when Tang Xianzu wrote the sentence "Appreciating the fragrance of spring", he couldn't help hiding his sleeves in the woodshed and suffering, which shows that he poured all his emotions into this play.
As for Du Liniang dreaming because of love, dying because of Meng'er, and living because of love, this sounds ridiculous, and many moralists would even sneer at it. But for those who lived in the boudoir before getting married, they dare not even think about it.
, but I remembered something beautiful.
Who doesn’t want to fall in love vigorously?
A girl's joyful spring is always a poem.
They too were young girls.
As for the people in the poetry club outside, they claim to be romantic, and they want to win the favor of beauties by relying on their reputation for poetry, so that they can study at night. Therefore, they have a strong sense of substitution and easily put themselves into the role of "The Peony Pavilion".
"Liu Mengmei, the male protagonist.
Just imagine, we met a beautiful woman in a dream, and despite all the disapproval of the world, we had sex beside the peony pavilion and the peony fence. The beautiful woman fell ill and died of depression because of missing her, and when they met again, they were already gone.
Unexpectedly, their love moved Judge Yama and brought the beauty back to life.
What a romantic thing this must be.
How much charm does this bring to a beautiful woman's life and death?
If girls' feelings are always poetry, boys' thoughts are always filled with lustful thoughts, and this play turns their lustful thoughts into reality, so it sounds intoxicating.
Even those who are not very interested in the story are still fascinated - they are admiring the lyrics and the singing, so that after the song ends, people are still thinking about it, humming a few words from time to time, and then smashing it.
When I put it into my mouth, I felt that I had no other taste.
It’s better to watch more of this drama.
One time is not enough, and even two times are not enough. At least you have to wait until it is sung completely.
Therefore, after a play was finished, it was late, and when everyone dispersed, many people asked Lu Bai when the play would be sung again. He must tell them and they would listen.
"I'll sing in two or three days," Lu Bai said.
The location was chosen on the Qinhuai River behind the wine house.
Not only that, this play has to be sung continuously until it is recited throughout the Southern Dynasties.
This is not only to gain fame, but also to fulfill the bet with Wang Changkang, but also to expand the reputation of Haoqi Sect, and at the same time select those actors who are good enough to practice and accept them as disciples.
When everyone heard that they could see it again a few days later, they left with satisfaction and brought the news to the whole capital.
King Luo also said happily: "When the time comes, I will definitely go to support my uncle."
Lu Bai asked him to bring a few more people with him, and help him promote it, "This time I will make you proud of the Xishan Poetry Society."
King Luo hurriedly said yes.
Lu Bai really made him look good this time.
A song "Peach Blossom Temple" won the top prize in poetry, a song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" that was good enough for spiritual practice was first released at the poetry meeting, and there was also "The Peony Pavilion" - which surpassed "Ambush from Flying Daggers" and shocked everyone.
King Luo has no doubt that starting from tomorrow, the Xishan Poetry Society will be discussed everywhere in the capital.
Not to mention the Dongshan Poetry Club, even the entire capital city's poetry club would have to be overshadowed. He estimated that his father would ask him a few questions. This face was too long.
King Luo was extremely grateful and sent Lu Bai onto the carriage, and respectfully sent them off.
It's getting dark and it's still raining.
There is fog on the streets.
The capital city that used to be prosperous in the past has now become very quiet. The stalls have been closed down, and there are only a few customers in the shops on both sides. The only sound in the world is the sound of heavy rain and the sound of carriages walking on the road.
A lantern hung beside the curtain of the carriage.
The light does not illuminate the road ahead, but only serves to remind passers-by that a carriage is passing by, but it illuminates the inside of the car.
Gu Qinghuan leaned against the car wall and looked at Lu Bai through the light, "You stole the show today."
Lu Bai put his hand into her arms, touched her tight belly, and rubbed it back and forth with his fingers, "I am in the limelight right now."
"Come on." Gu Qinghuan swatted his hand away, "I don't know where I copied it from."
"Sometimes, copying is a skill." Lu Bai was not ashamed, but proud, "But these are indeed copied. The songs were copied by an unknown senior, and the poems were copied by a senior named Tang Bohu——"
Lu Bai turned back and looked at Gu Qinghuan, "This senior is incredible. He has three unique skills in poetry, calligraphy and painting, especially painting and calligraphy. He is definitely a master of his generation. If you have a chance, I will let you see his calligraphy."
Lu Bai knew that Gu Qinghuan loved calligraphy, and he now also knew that he could draw literary works from his previous life in the lottery, and he might also be able to draw Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings, which would open Gu Qinghuan's eyes.
Of course, there is no shortage of famous calligraphers in the world.
Especially Xiyanchi, a sect that specializes in calligraphy. There are many inscriptions by famous calligraphers in the sect.
However, Lu Bai believed that Tang Bohu's calligraphy was not inferior to theirs at all.
Gu Qinghuan nodded, "Okay."
"As for "The Peony Pavilion", you already know that it was written by a senior named Tang Xianzu. His books are good. Of course, there is another important reason why I chose him - "
Seeing Gu Qinghuan's curiosity, Lu Bai smiled slightly and said, "Senior Tang also has a notebook, which is enough for us to make a good turnaround."
Lu Bai's book refers to "Handan Ji".
The story of Huang Liang Yimeng comes from this.
In this play, there was a section where the protagonist was stationed in a border town, but was raped by countless traitors, and the Dog Emperor took the opportunity to imprison the protagonist. Lu Bai planned to combine this section with the unjust case in Shuobei City to create a storm.
When word of this drama spreads, Lu Bai will probably stomp his feet in anger.
However, don't be in a hurry, let's slowly build up strength first.
Just as Lu Bai was thinking about this, the carriage suddenly stopped, "Who!" the disciple driving the carriage asked in surprise from outside the curtain.
Lu Bai opened the curtain and saw thick fog ahead. In the thick fog, there was a man standing in front of the carriage, with a big sword on his back and his back to Lu Bai.
He turned around and saw a man wearing linen clothes with piercing eyes that could break through the thick fog and illuminate Lu Bai.
The man waved his sword gently.
Roar!
A fog dragon emerged from the thick fog and headed straight for Lu Bai.